After her mum quit, the city got banished by window grime until today, when soddened by vodka and mildewed by tears, she spots her last chance through both shiners he gave her and possessed now by his spirits, she creeps up on that horror snoring, slaughtered, on the sofa, filches his keys, and un-turns his locks – like a ghost, she slips out, takes the lift down to greet the daylight, and leaves all her demons behind, but she can’t resist stealing one last look at the tower block and is struck by that pane: how lonely, from the inside – yet today, it dazzles defiant in the final flames of a setting sun.
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